Timeframe: NJO
Focus: Danni Quee
Summary: Before she ever came to Belkadan, Danni Quee lived on Commenor for eighteen years,
living life while slowly being guided by destiny towards her greater purpose. These are the
tales of those years.
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The Commenor Years - A Tale Of Danni Quee
A Star Wars New Jedi Order fanfiction
Tale Zero - And Her Name Is...
By: Moogle (moogle@fanforce.net)
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Disclaimer: Danni Quee was created by R.A. Salvatore and fleshed out a bit by some other NJO
authors. Of course, the galaxy far, far away was created by George Lucas. *hand wave at
lawyers* This is not the fanfic you are looking for.
***
Lightning flashed outside, casting a shadow of the woman in the room for a brief
moment, as she sat by the window and watched the rain pour down. The gentle pattering of
the rain against the windowsill was drowned out for a couple of seconds by a clap of
thunder, resuming again as soon as the roaring had receded.
She had never been one to like the rain much. Not that the woman did not find that
particular cycle of nature fascinating, but because rain meant clouds, and clouds meant the
sky was obscured. With the sky obscured, there was no stargazing, and when she could not
stargaze, her mind was distracted by less important things. Politics, for one.
Of late, the woman knew, caring about galaxy politics was the 'in' thing, thanks to
the increasing success of the Rebel Alliance against the forces of the Empire. And the woman
could not hold it against those who were out celebrating in the streets upon hearing the
news of Emperor Palpatine's demise at an obscure Rim world, Endor.
The objective part of her mind - her inner scientist - recognized that her disdain
for politics was mostly influenced by her idiot lover, a bureaucrat. The woman knew she
might even be out in the celebration with them if not for her condition.
As if to remind her of the blessing and curse she currently bore, the child growing
inside of her let out a kick. In spite of herself, she smiled, as not even her ire at her
lover, his chosen field, or the forces of nature could keep her from her excitement that
she would soon be a mother. Still, neither could that joy contain her anger at herlover
for being off on some bureaucratic nonsense on the night her child - our child, her mind
grudgingly reminded her - was going to be born.
"How is it, Miss Quee?"
Startled, she turned around to find a woman who looked to be in her mid-sixties
standing there. She recognized the midwife and chastised herself for letting unimportant
thoughts clutter her mind.
"Not time yet, Kari," she replied, giving the older woman a smile. "And I've told
you before, please call me Marla."
"Of course... Marla," Kari said uncomfortably. The elderly woman was more used to
being formal than informal.
Not for the first time, she wondered whether she'd have a son or a daughter. On
purpose, Marla had never tried to find out what gender the child was going to be, preferring
to be surprised at birth. It was just one more thing that was a point of contention between
she and her lover. 'As if there aren't enough already,' she thought.
The midwife moved up to stand next to her and gaze out the window as well. "I've not
seen people this excited about something in a long time," she remarked.
Marla shrugged. "The Empire's not gone yet. I still have to keep my work under the
sensors. Soon I'll have a baby to protect, too."
"I don't think you will be alone," Kari told her with a kind smile, gesturing with a
hand to the mass of people celebrating the death of Emperor Palpatine.
"Maybe. Really, I want to be just another face in the- ah, ow, ah! Ah!" Marla's face
suddenly took on a panicked look as she experienced for the first time - and last, she swore
to herself right then and there - what it was like to have her water break.
Kari smiled knowingly. As a midwife it was nothing she hadn't been seeing for the
previous thirty years. "Move over to that bed and let's get to work."
***
Some time later, she would never be quite sure just how later that was, Marla became
aware of her surroundings again, having recovered from the numerous hyposprays and other
medicines that were employed to minimize the pain of the entire childbearing process. Of
course, they did tend to diminish memories of the event, but this was not something that
gave most people problems.
"Congratulations, Marla. It's a girl." It sounded like Kari was kilometers away.
How could she be so far away and still know it was a girl?
Marla felt her lips moving, heard herself say, "Thanks." Were she not loaded up on
medicine she might have mentally kicked herself. But again, it was nothing the midwife had
not seen before. With a kind smile, Kari handed the baby girl to the mother.
She's so beautiful, Marla heard herself think. The girl had a tiny wisp of blonde
hair on her head, and green eyes that seemed to already be examining the world. Thoughts
penetrated the confused haze, and she made cooing noises towards her daughter.
"What will you call her?" The midwife already had a datapad out, though Marla didn't
know where it came from. Kari was filling out the forms to denote an official birth for the
Commenor records.
Marla looked at her daughter again and could not help but smile. "Here is a child
born the day the Emperor was killed. May she never know despair like we have, and if she
does, may she be part of the effort to remove it. May she be a child of hope. And her name
is... Danni."
Kari smiled back at her. "Danni Quee. A very beautiful name."
Danni looked up at her mother with wide, admiring eyes that can only be given by a
newborn baby towards her mother, then fell asleep.
***
Focus: Danni Quee
Summary: Before she ever came to Belkadan, Danni Quee lived on Commenor for eighteen years,
living life while slowly being guided by destiny towards her greater purpose. These are the
tales of those years.
========
The Commenor Years - A Tale Of Danni Quee
A Star Wars New Jedi Order fanfiction
Tale Zero - And Her Name Is...
By: Moogle (moogle@fanforce.net)
========
Disclaimer: Danni Quee was created by R.A. Salvatore and fleshed out a bit by some other NJO
authors. Of course, the galaxy far, far away was created by George Lucas. *hand wave at
lawyers* This is not the fanfic you are looking for.
***
Lightning flashed outside, casting a shadow of the woman in the room for a brief
moment, as she sat by the window and watched the rain pour down. The gentle pattering of
the rain against the windowsill was drowned out for a couple of seconds by a clap of
thunder, resuming again as soon as the roaring had receded.
She had never been one to like the rain much. Not that the woman did not find that
particular cycle of nature fascinating, but because rain meant clouds, and clouds meant the
sky was obscured. With the sky obscured, there was no stargazing, and when she could not
stargaze, her mind was distracted by less important things. Politics, for one.
Of late, the woman knew, caring about galaxy politics was the 'in' thing, thanks to
the increasing success of the Rebel Alliance against the forces of the Empire. And the woman
could not hold it against those who were out celebrating in the streets upon hearing the
news of Emperor Palpatine's demise at an obscure Rim world, Endor.
The objective part of her mind - her inner scientist - recognized that her disdain
for politics was mostly influenced by her idiot lover, a bureaucrat. The woman knew she
might even be out in the celebration with them if not for her condition.
As if to remind her of the blessing and curse she currently bore, the child growing
inside of her let out a kick. In spite of herself, she smiled, as not even her ire at her
lover, his chosen field, or the forces of nature could keep her from her excitement that
she would soon be a mother. Still, neither could that joy contain her anger at herlover
for being off on some bureaucratic nonsense on the night her child - our child, her mind
grudgingly reminded her - was going to be born.
"How is it, Miss Quee?"
Startled, she turned around to find a woman who looked to be in her mid-sixties
standing there. She recognized the midwife and chastised herself for letting unimportant
thoughts clutter her mind.
"Not time yet, Kari," she replied, giving the older woman a smile. "And I've told
you before, please call me Marla."
"Of course... Marla," Kari said uncomfortably. The elderly woman was more used to
being formal than informal.
Not for the first time, she wondered whether she'd have a son or a daughter. On
purpose, Marla had never tried to find out what gender the child was going to be, preferring
to be surprised at birth. It was just one more thing that was a point of contention between
she and her lover. 'As if there aren't enough already,' she thought.
The midwife moved up to stand next to her and gaze out the window as well. "I've not
seen people this excited about something in a long time," she remarked.
Marla shrugged. "The Empire's not gone yet. I still have to keep my work under the
sensors. Soon I'll have a baby to protect, too."
"I don't think you will be alone," Kari told her with a kind smile, gesturing with a
hand to the mass of people celebrating the death of Emperor Palpatine.
"Maybe. Really, I want to be just another face in the- ah, ow, ah! Ah!" Marla's face
suddenly took on a panicked look as she experienced for the first time - and last, she swore
to herself right then and there - what it was like to have her water break.
Kari smiled knowingly. As a midwife it was nothing she hadn't been seeing for the
previous thirty years. "Move over to that bed and let's get to work."
***
Some time later, she would never be quite sure just how later that was, Marla became
aware of her surroundings again, having recovered from the numerous hyposprays and other
medicines that were employed to minimize the pain of the entire childbearing process. Of
course, they did tend to diminish memories of the event, but this was not something that
gave most people problems.
"Congratulations, Marla. It's a girl." It sounded like Kari was kilometers away.
How could she be so far away and still know it was a girl?
Marla felt her lips moving, heard herself say, "Thanks." Were she not loaded up on
medicine she might have mentally kicked herself. But again, it was nothing the midwife had
not seen before. With a kind smile, Kari handed the baby girl to the mother.
She's so beautiful, Marla heard herself think. The girl had a tiny wisp of blonde
hair on her head, and green eyes that seemed to already be examining the world. Thoughts
penetrated the confused haze, and she made cooing noises towards her daughter.
"What will you call her?" The midwife already had a datapad out, though Marla didn't
know where it came from. Kari was filling out the forms to denote an official birth for the
Commenor records.
Marla looked at her daughter again and could not help but smile. "Here is a child
born the day the Emperor was killed. May she never know despair like we have, and if she
does, may she be part of the effort to remove it. May she be a child of hope. And her name
is... Danni."
Kari smiled back at her. "Danni Quee. A very beautiful name."
Danni looked up at her mother with wide, admiring eyes that can only be given by a
newborn baby towards her mother, then fell asleep.
***